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Chapter 1167 I Can Survive It

The Dream Demon looked at her hesitantly, she knew that what she said was right, but she still had lingering fears when thinking of Gui Xiao's cruel methods.

"Dream Demon, you only have one chance, I hope you make good use of it." Feng Luolan knew that she was already wavering, and a sinister sneer curled up on her lips.

"Okay, I promise you." To die is to die. As long as you live, you still have a chance. If you just die, then you really have no chance at all. The Dream Demon gritted his teeth and agreed.

"This is the wise choice, Nightmare, you won't regret making this decision." Feng Luolan smiled strangely, bent down and reached out to hug her, when she stood up, her figure had already merged into the wind , leaving only the fallen leaves.

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In the middle of the night, in the huge house, with faint lights on, Xiao Mian was helping Tong Hua make medicine in the kitchen.

In the dead of night, when she was drowsy from taking medicine, there was a sound of light footsteps in the corridor. She quickly cheered up and opened the kitchen door.

The person who came to the kitchen was Han Yitian. After resting, his spirit was much better than during the day, but his face was still pale.

"Master, you have already lost too much blood and fainted, I think you are still..." Xiao Wang looked at him worriedly.

"Xiao Mian, didn't I tell you? If you can't stop, you have to drink for three days in a row. If you give up like this, then all previous efforts will be wasted." Han Yitian stretched out his hand to ask her to stop talking.

"But I'm worried that your body won't be able to take it." Xiaomi took out a needle from a drawer in the kitchen, then brought a clean bowl, and put it on the table. If he lost too much blood and fainted, she definitely didn't want him to do that.

"I know how my own body is, Xiao Mian, remember not to let Miss know, you know?" Han Yitian said in a tone that could not be refused.

"Yes, young master, I will never reveal a word." Xiao Wang said quickly.

Han Yitian nodded, picked up the needle, and accurately pierced the blood vessel in his arm, and said in a deep voice, "Pump it."

"Yes, Master." Xiao-Mian's hands trembled a bit, but it got better after one experience. When she helped him draw blood for the first time, her hands trembled so much that she could barely grasp them.

As the blood was withdrawn from his body, Han Yitian's face instantly turned pale, and he held a corner of the table tightly with one hand.

Looking inside, the bright red blood slowly rose, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Xiaoxiang's forehead. When it was full of blood, she immediately pulled it out and poured the blood into the bowl.

Han Yitian's body swayed for a while, almost unable to stand still, so he quickly stabilized himself.

"Master, please sit down first." How could he bear so much blood all at once, and he was still injured?

"Give me the needle." Han Yitian sat on the chair, feeling dizzy for a while, he stabilized his chaotic breath, and stretched out his hand.

"Master, your complexion is ugly. There is already a lot of blood here. Don't draw any more, okay?" Seeing his blue face, pale lips, and the appearance of fainting at any moment, Xiao Mian was so anxious that he wanted to cry. , what should he do if something happens to him?

"I can still endure it, hurry up and give me the needle." Han Yitian's eyes darkened, and he urged impatiently.

(End of this chapter)